Music filled the air and silence fell on the waiting audience. Lexi hadn’t noticed Chyna sneak in so she assumed that had happened while she had been talking with Adam. Her friend was sitting demurely in the front row, a frilly lavender t-length dress hugging her features perfectly with a black satin sash cinching in her minuscule waist. Her long black hair had been swept up into an intricate design and pearls had been knotted into the strands.
As the procession began, Lexi realized that Victoria, the b***h fiancé, had actually been right. Chyna did not fit into this mold. Not that Chyna fit into any mold. Each girl that walked down the aisle in the same lavender dress that adorned her friend’s body looked insignificant in comparison. All were pale with honey blonde hair, which truly did
